Wednesday, October 1, 2014

The Window’s Pane

Journey, photo from Flickr, by Nishanth Jois, NJ. 

The Window’s Pane

The window reveals
What’s beyond the pain
As it reflects the years
The wrinkles and tears
As drops slide down like rain

© August 15, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Sky Pier

 Kiss the Sky, photo courtesy of Michael Bixler,

Sky Pier

What if the stairway to heaven
Was a weathered and tattered road
Elevated and broken
Steady and upward sloping
Covered in graffiti and kissing the sky
Accentuating the chasm
Demanding arms wide open
And a leap of faith as grand as the void
Stand steady in fear of height
In wonder of what has been
And all that transcends our sight
Kiss the sky and leap with all your might

© July 20, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

Saturday, August 2, 2014


Photo of The Fall into Paradise, 2005, Bill Viola, Born: New York, New York 1951, from The Smithsonian American Art Museum website here


Break the waters
Splash the tide
Float the surface
Waters swirling
Torrent subside
Breathe the surface

© July 18, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

View a clip of The Fall into Paradise here:

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Zachariah Jones

Zachariah Jones, photo by Angel Shaw, February 9, 2014

Zachariah Jones

Zachariah Jones
Has this wisdom
In his weathered tones
The wrinkles in his brow
Furls with his goatee
Just as the little bird had told him how
Two decades ago—street-side
The music called
And this brother took it in stride
Zachariah Jones has rhythms and tones
He’s got music down in his bones

© February 11, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Salt Creek

Photo by Bill Roth, courtesy of the photographer

Salt Creek

Twisted barbed wire
Like a crown of thorns
Calls back to a day forlorn

The weathered winter
And moss on the tree
Echo back from eternity

The roots spread
Into the mirrored glass
Of river—flowing past

Salt Creek flows ancient
As the ocean—Layered history
Rust, roots and rock—antiquity

© February 20, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

Poem inspired by photos and music by Jack Baumgartner:

Thursday, May 1, 2014


Photo of The Stoning (Woman Caught in Adultery) (2007), 
by Jack Baumgartner, 

“Jesus said to her, ‘Woman, where are they? Did no one condemn you?’ She said, ‘No one, Lord.’ And Jesus said, ‘I do not condemn you, either. Go. From now on sin no more.’” –John 8:10-11


The crowd gathers
I’m naked and alone
Fists full of stones
Rotten to my bones

Sand sketches—judgment
Guilt and shame
Bends the soul and stretches
I am to blame

Cast the first stone
Is this why you came?
To end a sinner
An adulterer by name

Arms raise
In condemnation
In self righteous exaltation
And prideful praise 

The shadows loom
Head hung low, the hair veils
The shadow, the judgment,
The sure doom

Those who seek justice
Comfort in the law
They are the judge and jury
In themselves they find no fault at all

From the first sinner to the last,
No stones are cast
They fall to the ground and fade
You spoke grace. You wrote, “paid.”

© February 7, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

Wednesday, April 30, 2014


As God as my witness, photo by jontintinjordan, from Flickr


As God as my witness
I have reason to be afraid
As God as my witness
My debt is paid
As God as my witness
My hope is stayed

© March 12, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Tuesday, April 29, 2014


Reflection, photo by Balaji.B, from Flickr


You saw me there
Pounding keys
In the night air
My reflection
Off your glass
As words amass
You saw me
As hours would pass
You knew—My reflection
It came through to you

© March 12, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Monday, April 28, 2014

Apart at the Seams

Falling Apart at the Seams, photo by Jocey K, from Flickr

Apart at the Seams

Pulling apart
At the seams
Pulling covers
Fight to sleep
Fight the dream
Fight self
Loss of steam

Pull it together
Stitched up tight
Wrapped in
Love tonight
Lay like feather
Hold dream

© April 2012, Robbie Pruitt

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Birthing Dreams

Lucid Dream, photo by AlicePopkorn, from Flickr

Birthing Dreams

Dreams are not crafted.
Dreams are born.
In a specific place
Where impossibility
And reality are torn,
So come with me
To where dreams are born.

© February 20, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Wind II

Flowers in the Wind, photo by photophilde, from Flickr

Wind II

In the moonlight
The wind shifting
The silence
You are fading
Into the stillness
Your breeze
Carried me

© April 25, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

Friday, April 25, 2014


 Blue Wind, photo by AlicePopkorn, from Flickr


Thought I felt you
And you slipped away
Your breeze carried me
Into the new day
You whispered
And faded—Stay
Again you blow
The stillness you know
Howling at night
In the moonlight
And gone again

© December 11, 2012, Robbie Pruitt

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Poetry on the Sly

Timer photo by r.nial.bradshaw, from Flickr

Poetry on the Sly

I am late for poetry;
beyond time for words,
rhythm and rhyme.
This verse is beyond me.
I am late for poetry.
Take the point as it is,
without the symmetry.

© March 22, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Wednesday, April 23, 2014


The birth of consciousness, photo by kevin dooley, from Flickr


Beauty awakes
And finds you there,
Gazing into her eyes
And stroking her hair.

© April 2012, Robbie Pruitt

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

The Spin

Spinning, photo by josef.stuefer, from Flickr

The Spin

It sells—
The spin
Bad news
Comes daily
Again and again
Let’s start over
Re-spin me your
Stop the downward

© March 12, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Monday, April 21, 2014


 The Grave Was Empty, photo by Steve Snodgrass, from Flickr

“Unfold my life to a new beginning.” –Ted Loder


Unfold my life
From the tomb
Fill my empty room

© March 30, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Life, A Poem By My Father

 (Bill Pruitt) William Pruitt Jr.'s high school Sr. Picture

“Who knows nothing base, fears nothing known.” — Owen Meredith

My father died April 20, 1998. He suffered most of his life with health issues surrounding a heart condition, which fought him at every turn. My dad was one of the most loving and personable men I have ever known. He left a legacy of perseverance in suffering and selfless love for his family and friends. He was, as his grave marker reads, “A loving father of three grateful children.”

My dad loved life and he loved his family, and while I did not know him well, I treasure what I do know about him and what he has taught me. After his death, the following poem, “Life,” was found in his personal belongings. I was made aware of this poem well after my love of poetry had developed and well after I had started writing poetry myself. I cannot help but believe I have received this love of poetry, and the ability to craft poetry, from my father.

Another treasure that I found in my dad’s Sr. yearbook was a quote by Owen Meredith beside his picture. This quote simply states, “Who knows nothing base, fears nothing known.” My dad’s courage, zeal for life and rejection of fear in the face of his own illness and hardships inspire me in the face of my own fears, insecurities and uncertainties. I treasure these gifts that my father has given me, even after his death. Discovering these treasures has been a continuation of knowing my father and growing in my relationship with him until I see him again in paradise.


He was hit!
He suffered
He wept inside
He died.
He never gave up.
Although he cried
He is man.

“Courage is afforded at a high cost but the reward is great.”

© William Pruitt

 William Pruitt Jr.'s (Bill's) college graduation photo

"Sir William Pruitt Jr.", photo by Uncle Charles H Burroughs Jr.

Dad on the front porch at 1216 Shirley Street in Columbia, SC

Me and Dad at my High School Graduation in 1995

William Pruitt Jr.'s Obituary from April 1998